Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Three Dog Nite!"
1) "R.I.P." (Rest in whoosits!?)
...OLD AGE becomes a blessing or a curse as does childhood, teenage years, YOUTH-forgotten, middle-age, an adagio of advancing verse; old age, a new adventure, that Roulette-spin-wheel, red or black, numbers, NUMBERS, no-one knows the outcome less the wheel is fixed and Destiny? ...Have no fear... it'll forge a way.
OLD AGE sings its own song, sometimes JOY, sometimes a lament, a cousin of Memory, guilt, treachery or valor yet old sins cast long shadows, much to worry an idle - retired -MIND in old-age's longest nights? And WHO-Times thief, the JUDAS, that inner nest of SNAKES, SPIES, faithless, the rejected, abandoned or crazed-devout who whisper their SHOUT-UN-heard, a maiden's cry of despair? The Pin-cushion effigy speared with needles?
OLD AGE, a WRACK & RUIN, a "Dia de las Mortes", a prelude to the (your own) day to die, an ESPIONAGE, a Soul-nemesis, a Natures cycle to make U whole, a self-inflicted Achilles heel; Rest in Peace the V.I.P ...the R.I.P.? ...But probably not. A side show in some dastardly plot and shame/memory, enhanced by your own infidelity, as LEGEND, alas withers "Maximus-Publico?"
OLD AGE settles your own accounts. A clerk, a bureaucrat with his Civic clout. The Town CRIER yells: "Oh Yay! Oh Yay!" and preps in proclamation here & sundry for the demise of other fools of Yesterdays or ROLLY-POLLY: of a man we once knew.
2) A BIGGER SPLASH!
A bigger whoosits, a mirror-smashed, no reflection on U, a bigger splash. A BIGGER SPLASH, an UN-sung Song, a bigger splash in a swimming pool; A "Coupe de gras" a dead man in PLAID, the fool in U. A bigger splash, a David Hockney IN YOU that inner WICKED, the WICKER-MAN society frayed and the glory in U?
A BIGGER SPLASH, a concept-Tsunami, a rain-dog monsoon in a swimming pool. In white & blue (Sheffield Wednesday?) where maybe in Pastels- Gauche, a Brittany Coast or the white cliffs of Dover?
So, NO-smoking anyway, a BIGGER SPLASH. The WOKE CULTURE harries U, an after-thought to the grave. In FRANCE like author Len Deighton (Iprcress Files movie), a move to a French-smoking Cafe? David Hockney, a'la "Prohibition" resides where a Bigger-Splash survives.
3...TRAVELLER!!!
Traveller who pass on by, like U we KNEW, no dance no Tavern joy, sadness or Festa, we know not the reason why?
Traveller who pass this way, like U, never questioned, we just accepted the thrill of our own lifespan and then UP-ed & died.
Traveller who trails our trail, a sepulcher, mausoleum, a graveyard of Dead Souls; say a kaddish, a prayer, slain in battle or in the SPITFIRE- Air, the 14-18 trenches or lost to the Atlantic, Bering or Pacific Sea.
As for the "getting of Wisdom" let us know by & by.
c2025. Dave Delacroix.
